When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they’ve gone Sometimes travelin’ through the darkness At the summer comin’ home Fallen faces by the wayside Look as if they might have known Oh the sun was in their eyes And the desert was dry In a country towns where their laughter sounds Oh the dancing and the singing Oh the music when they played Oh the fire that they saw there On the grave of no return Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Often lost in on the way Pawnee shadow to possess him Sometimes ride inside of day Oh the sun was in their eyes And the desert was dry In a country towns where their laughter sounds